Intuition tells me

About the kind of clothes I should wear

But intuition won't help me

To become a self made millionaire

There's always someone on the phone

Getting stupid undone

Wants to know what can't be go

I don't care

Never say your sorry

Let science turn your head

Cos when you start to worry

Then you're better off being dead

Intuition tells me

Of the ways I can cut my hair

But intuition can't help me

Because its seldom there